And her right-hand to the workman’s hammer,
And with the hammer she smote Sisera, she shattered his head,
And struck and pierced his temples.
At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down,
At her feet he bowed, he fell;
Where he bowed, there lay he dead.
Behind the window looked and cried
The mother of Sisera behind the lattice:
“Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why tarry the wheels of his cars?”